But, but I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place

Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place

And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Panic! At The Disco, Better If You Do

Hannibal made his way slowly up the back stairwell of 9727 Emerald Mews, followed almost too closely by Price; there was however, to be expected. It was an old ballroom named The Madison after the owner's wife, during world war two it had been damaged and sold, The Madison was soon repaired but for reasons unknown to Hannibal shut down in the mid fifty's. He rather liked the building, it had character. The stairs where large and seemed to go on forever, they winded around and had a soft grey color to them. Everything had a thick layer of dust and graffiti covered the walls, the fifth floor had a rather artistic abstract but other than that it was just random hideous squiggles. On the top floor they found the main ballroom. The room had once been a golden cream color but that had long since faded replaced by peeling paint and black mould coated ceilings.

"Wow."

Price gasped looking at the size of the place, with a little work the whole place could be good as new. That was not important at the time. The room was cold and had a row of Gothic windows letting in the moonlight, it gave the place a supernatural glow. Rubble and dry wall had clearly been swept over to the corners revealing the original flooring, Price couldn't help but notice that Hannibal felt at home there. While the beta looked at the place in wonderment Hannibal wandered off down a rather narrow hallway where he saw a florescent strip light. The buzz growled in his head.

"Now why does a building that has been abandoned since the fifty's have electricity?"

With eyebrow raised he continued down the narrow hall where he came face -o-face with a tiny hovel of a room, dust, rubble and what looked like gravel littered the floor. Hannibal spent a few moments looking around the room, it smelt like Omega's, fearful ones. He knelt down to examine the falling apart walls to see several small holes in it, like something had recently been ripped out. Hannibal ripped down the black sheet that banished most of the light from the room, staples bouncing on the floor. The room was squalid and coated in water damage, it pained him to think that someone could just sell an Omega and call it a business; Marcus Delaware would suffer.

Something glinted on the floor under a pile of rubble now that there was light filling the room. Hannibal crouched down and pushed a piece of falling apart ceiling across the floor, revealing a long black chain, the cuffs had been damaged somehow. They must have cleared out quickly, things had just been swept into corners, Hannibal could only guess how much had been missed.

"These people are not well-organized."

"No it seems not."

Hannibal turned to see Price had followed him into the small square room. The Beta was in pain, Hannibal could see it. The Alpha hoped they found the other Omega's soon, Price didn't deserve this.

XXXX

It took a while but eventually the Alpha and Beta found a rather large room that seemed to have acted as an office. Everything was still there and Hannibal could help but raise an eyebrow.

"Why is it all here?"

"I don't know. If I was to guess I would say that someone interrupted them. It cannot have been the police, they would have taken everything everything as evidence. Search that draw would you?"

Price nodded and wandered off to do as instructed, while the Alpha walked to the mould coated desk pulling draws open. The second one down on the left revealed a small brown file.

"And there it is."

XXXX

Beverly wanted to cry the red-headed Alpha that brought her, barley let Beverley out of her sight. The Omega was cold and scared beyond anything she ever had before. At the house she knew that there were at least some people who cared for here but with Olivia she had no one. Olivia Mendel was an evil Alpha who only cared about herself. Beverly had spent most of her time chained to Olivia's bed, crying. Bev wanted to scream when she heard Olivia's heavy footsteps coming closer but nothing came out, her mouth was dry. The Irish woman entered, already naked and with an evil smile on her lips. Olivia knelt down on the bed and pulled the Omega's legs down towards her; tears building in her eyes. Bev couldn't help it she screamed.

"Shut up, love. I paid good money for you and you are gonna do as I say."

The Alpha ripped Bev's tank top almost in half as she pulled it off her, gaining access to the mocha flesh underneath. The Alpha forced Beverley's ripped top into her mouth and then clasped her strong Alpha hand down over the top, keeping Bev from screaming again.

"Good girl, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Beverley didn't respond. "Say 'yes Olivia'!"
She practically yelled into the Omega's ear.

"Ys Olva" She gargled through her makeshift gag.

Olivia's hands ran down Bev's body to her core where she forced two fingers inside her, Olivia's hideous red gem stone ring scratching at her sensitive flesh. If Bev could have screamed she would have, instead she clamped her eyes shut, it was all Bev could do. Olivia had Beverly pinned, knees forcing her hips into the mattress, there was no doubt she would have bruises. The Alpha pulled her fingers free and Beverley had never been so scared, even when Miggs had come into her room.

Seconds later Olivia was inside the Omega and it hurt, Beverly screamed but the gag prevented it from escaping her mouth. The Alpha moved back and forth and an incredibly painful pace, biting down of her soft neck hard enough to make her bleed. Tears poured down Beverly's face mixing with the magenta blood. The Omega fought to get Olivia off her but she was too strong, she ended up with the Alpha using her elbow to hold down Bev's left arm since Olivia's hand was on the gag. The other hand was held down in a direction it was not meant to bend in, Beverley thought it may break.

Olivia was fast approaching her climax and began thrusting erratically, Bev could feel her insides bruising and maybe even bleeding. The Alpha bit down again on the Omega's neck as she came spilling her vial seed inside the innocent Omega and panting as she collapsed on Bev. All Beverly could think in that one moment was that it was over...for now.

Olivia stood releasing her hold on Bev.

"Thanks love, why don't you have a little rest hey? Make you feel better." Olivia's voice was vile and painful to Beverley's ears. "Until later then."